Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, the Philosophers Stone, any of the
places or people that show up in the books. All I have is a home-made
Hogwarts uniform, a copy of each book, and ummm. me. Yeah. Anything that's
not the book is me. Or its my sister. And I don't own her. *too lazy to
come up with an interesting one. and Ron's downstairs eating all the food.*
OK, a lot of people have been asking about Harry and the elves. so let me explain a few things. Harry is not an elf. He has no elven blood in him. He was taught to do elven magic though. He speaks, reads, and writes elven, and shares the elven viewpoint on some things. Like the whole straight-bi- gay thing. He's been raised where that's not an issue. He thinks lover- lifemate-soulmate. This gets explained in more detail to all the pathetic humans later. I think it's the next chapter.
Serry: *sigh* oh well. my big sister has done almost exactly that to me, only I just jumped and then landed on the floor with a lot of bruises (my floor's messy) and a paper cut on my knee. And then it started bleeding while she was looking for a Band-Aid.
During breakfast Professor Vector handed each of the Ravenclaw their schedules. Harry looked at his.. Double charms started at nine o clock. He slipped it into his pocket and looked at his watch. He muttered a Japanese curse under his breath, his nice, black and blue watch had turned bronze and blue! Well, at least he knew that Jade got his letter. it was either her or Aiden. The blue numbers glowed 7:59 on the bronze background. The Arithmency teacher heard him. "Something wrong, boy?" she asked, unwrapping a lollipop and putting it in her mouth.
"Nothing ma'am. Just a spell my older sister must have put on my watch," He showed her his watch. "Where it's bronze now, it used to be black. The blue's in all the right places."
Professor Vector laughed. "Would you like it back to normal?" Harry nodded eagerly. She flicked her wand and muttered "Mutare Colorare" All the bronze changed to black and the Professor handed it back to him. "Here you go, Mr. Potter. It's a very nice watch."
He smiled. "Thanks! It used to be my fathers. It's very special, which is why I was annoyed that it got changed."
Vector smiled and nodded knowingly, then turned and handed another person a timetable. Harry went and sat down next to the other few Ravenclaws that came to breakfast a whole hour before class and didn't seem to be in a hurry to go. He got dragged into a conversation when Roger asked who his favorite team was.
Three pieces of toast, one muffin and a trip up to the Ravenclaw dorm to get his things, and then 3 wrong turns, 2 right turns that he thought were wrong, and two hours, ten minutes later.
Terry and Harry were heading to the library. They were about to walk in, when they walked into Draco instead. "Hello Potter." Draco fake-snarled.
"Hey Dray!" he said cheerfully. He knew that Draco knew that he knew that it would irritate him.
"Please refrain from calling me imbecilic nicknames, scar-head." He then muttered something about his head hurting under his breath.
"Aww, did the big, scary words hurt your head, blondie?" Harry asked teasingly. Terry looked from Harry to Draco then back to Harry, confused. They seemed to be friends, but then again they didn't!
"No, as a matter of fact, they didn't. If you absolutely must know, I'm allergic to knotgrass. The Potions Master was unaware," /Yeah right,/ Draco thought. /He's my godfather. He knew, he just forgot. Well, I must not show his imperfections to the world, hmm?/ "and used it in a demonstration. I raised my hand to tell him, but he called me /after/ he put them in and the fumes hit me."
"Yeah, sure, whatever. I blame the big words, blondie." Draco went to whack Harry over the head, but Harry moved. Terry was starting to get slightly worried. As he was trying to decide what to do, Harry and Draco got into a 'fight,' never actually hitting the other one very hard at all. "Well, As much as I would love to stay and chat," Harry said from his seat on Draco's back, "I would love to go learn something useful more." He got up and slung his bookbag over his shoulder.
Draco sighed. "I guess you don't want to go exploring, then?"
Harry shook his head. "Naw, I'm really curious about this thing McGonagall mentioned."
"Me too!" Terry said. "You could always come with us," he suggested to the bored Draco.
"Come on guys! Please? Come explore! We might find a stash of rare books! It'll be fun! You only had two classes, you can't have that much homework! Come on, please?" Draco refused to leave the Ravenclaw to their studies.
"Fine," Harry said after a few minutes. "But you're going to help me find out more about animagus later. And only till dinner."
"Yay! What are you doing Potter?" Draco asked. Harry had pulled out his notebook and a pencil.
"I'm making a map," Harry explained. I already have places like classrooms and the library and dorm rooms When I'm done I'm sure we can find a charm to put all the floors together." (A/N: Marauder's map minus people, anyone?) Draco shrugged, picked a direction, and started walking, Harry and Terry following. Every time they came to a hidden passage way, Harry had to mark the entrance and the exit on his map, and when they came to a room, Harry would draw it and help Terry analyze it, making educated guesses what each room was for.
Now the three first years walked along a passage, wands lit. "I know what this passage was for," Harry muttered. "they put it here to lead over- curious student to their doom."
"Yeah," Draco agreed. They had been walking for half an hour now, and hadn't found anything but twist after twist, hills and dips. Terry, on the other hand, seemed to think that the fact that it was so long just meant that it ended in something great. When Harry asked if they should just turn around and look in another passage, Terry said no.
"In the tunnel system under my uncles house the longest one leads to the coolest place. But its frustrating 'cause they move around and stuff. I'm sure that this will lead us somewhere really cool."
"Yeah, it lead to a cool place, but how could you be sure that you had the right tunnel?" Draco asked him. "In the tunnels at my godfather's mansion, we had to store non-perishable food, blankets, pillows and other things everywhere down there. It was easy to get lost. I myself was not allowed down there until I got my acceptance letter without an adult with me. My godfather and I used to spend days down there." Draco smiled at the memory. "My father didn't know where we were, and when we got back, my mother told us that my father had gone looking for us. We shrugged and ate dinner. Two weeks later my father came out, unable to find us. I guess he couldn't find the shower rooms, and I said as much. My mother and godfather laughed, and my father was kinda pissed off. We were two weeks behind schedule, his hair was a mess, and he was tired of canned food."
Harry laughed and pulled back a tapestry of some fairies who were dancing around happily. "Looks like there is a light at the end of this tunnel."
"And it's not a freight train coming our way!" Terry exclaimed happily. Draco scowled, trying to keep up appearances. "Draco, you can stop. Any attempts to appear a cold, heartless Slytherin were kind of ruined by the whining to get us to come with you."
Draco glared at the muggle-born. Harry sighed and stepped through the archway. The room they discovered was very big. Walking though the double doors onto the landing, Harry guessed they were on the fourth or fifth floor. "Hey, Potter!" Draco called. His voice sounded oddly far away as he continued, "This is a really tall room"
Harry walked in the door and looked up. Draco had ditched his school robe and was sitting on a broom in his black slacks, dress shirt and tie. Harry grabbed a broom from the broom closet and flew up to meet him. /He's right,/ Harry thought, /This is really high up./ They started playing tag on they're brooms.
Terry, mean while, had discovered the bookshelf and was sitting on the floor next to it reading. After a little while, Harry came down and joined him. There were a lot of rare books. Draco moaned and groaned about how they were such Ravenclaws, at least until he saw a copy of Lord of the Rings and picked it up.
A/N: Ok, so Terry an Harry kind of obscurely quotes Metallica, I don't remember which song. So that's five points
Ok, so the next chapter includes. Harry's first enemy at school (among the teachers) and a letter from home with some news. good or bad, I can't say. cause I'm not sure.
OK, a lot of people have been asking about Harry and the elves. so let me explain a few things. Harry is not an elf. He has no elven blood in him. He was taught to do elven magic though. He speaks, reads, and writes elven, and shares the elven viewpoint on some things. Like the whole straight-bi- gay thing. He's been raised where that's not an issue. He thinks lover- lifemate-soulmate. This gets explained in more detail to all the pathetic humans later. I think it's the next chapter.
Serry: *sigh* oh well. my big sister has done almost exactly that to me, only I just jumped and then landed on the floor with a lot of bruises (my floor's messy) and a paper cut on my knee. And then it started bleeding while she was looking for a Band-Aid.
During breakfast Professor Vector handed each of the Ravenclaw their schedules. Harry looked at his.. Double charms started at nine o clock. He slipped it into his pocket and looked at his watch. He muttered a Japanese curse under his breath, his nice, black and blue watch had turned bronze and blue! Well, at least he knew that Jade got his letter. it was either her or Aiden. The blue numbers glowed 7:59 on the bronze background. The Arithmency teacher heard him. "Something wrong, boy?" she asked, unwrapping a lollipop and putting it in her mouth.
"Nothing ma'am. Just a spell my older sister must have put on my watch," He showed her his watch. "Where it's bronze now, it used to be black. The blue's in all the right places."
Professor Vector laughed. "Would you like it back to normal?" Harry nodded eagerly. She flicked her wand and muttered "Mutare Colorare" All the bronze changed to black and the Professor handed it back to him. "Here you go, Mr. Potter. It's a very nice watch."
He smiled. "Thanks! It used to be my fathers. It's very special, which is why I was annoyed that it got changed."
Vector smiled and nodded knowingly, then turned and handed another person a timetable. Harry went and sat down next to the other few Ravenclaws that came to breakfast a whole hour before class and didn't seem to be in a hurry to go. He got dragged into a conversation when Roger asked who his favorite team was.
Three pieces of toast, one muffin and a trip up to the Ravenclaw dorm to get his things, and then 3 wrong turns, 2 right turns that he thought were wrong, and two hours, ten minutes later.
Terry and Harry were heading to the library. They were about to walk in, when they walked into Draco instead. "Hello Potter." Draco fake-snarled.
"Hey Dray!" he said cheerfully. He knew that Draco knew that he knew that it would irritate him.
"Please refrain from calling me imbecilic nicknames, scar-head." He then muttered something about his head hurting under his breath.
"Aww, did the big, scary words hurt your head, blondie?" Harry asked teasingly. Terry looked from Harry to Draco then back to Harry, confused. They seemed to be friends, but then again they didn't!
"No, as a matter of fact, they didn't. If you absolutely must know, I'm allergic to knotgrass. The Potions Master was unaware," /Yeah right,/ Draco thought. /He's my godfather. He knew, he just forgot. Well, I must not show his imperfections to the world, hmm?/ "and used it in a demonstration. I raised my hand to tell him, but he called me /after/ he put them in and the fumes hit me."
"Yeah, sure, whatever. I blame the big words, blondie." Draco went to whack Harry over the head, but Harry moved. Terry was starting to get slightly worried. As he was trying to decide what to do, Harry and Draco got into a 'fight,' never actually hitting the other one very hard at all. "Well, As much as I would love to stay and chat," Harry said from his seat on Draco's back, "I would love to go learn something useful more." He got up and slung his bookbag over his shoulder.
Draco sighed. "I guess you don't want to go exploring, then?"
Harry shook his head. "Naw, I'm really curious about this thing McGonagall mentioned."
"Me too!" Terry said. "You could always come with us," he suggested to the bored Draco.
"Come on guys! Please? Come explore! We might find a stash of rare books! It'll be fun! You only had two classes, you can't have that much homework! Come on, please?" Draco refused to leave the Ravenclaw to their studies.
"Fine," Harry said after a few minutes. "But you're going to help me find out more about animagus later. And only till dinner."
"Yay! What are you doing Potter?" Draco asked. Harry had pulled out his notebook and a pencil.
"I'm making a map," Harry explained. I already have places like classrooms and the library and dorm rooms When I'm done I'm sure we can find a charm to put all the floors together." (A/N: Marauder's map minus people, anyone?) Draco shrugged, picked a direction, and started walking, Harry and Terry following. Every time they came to a hidden passage way, Harry had to mark the entrance and the exit on his map, and when they came to a room, Harry would draw it and help Terry analyze it, making educated guesses what each room was for.
Now the three first years walked along a passage, wands lit. "I know what this passage was for," Harry muttered. "they put it here to lead over- curious student to their doom."
"Yeah," Draco agreed. They had been walking for half an hour now, and hadn't found anything but twist after twist, hills and dips. Terry, on the other hand, seemed to think that the fact that it was so long just meant that it ended in something great. When Harry asked if they should just turn around and look in another passage, Terry said no.
"In the tunnel system under my uncles house the longest one leads to the coolest place. But its frustrating 'cause they move around and stuff. I'm sure that this will lead us somewhere really cool."
"Yeah, it lead to a cool place, but how could you be sure that you had the right tunnel?" Draco asked him. "In the tunnels at my godfather's mansion, we had to store non-perishable food, blankets, pillows and other things everywhere down there. It was easy to get lost. I myself was not allowed down there until I got my acceptance letter without an adult with me. My godfather and I used to spend days down there." Draco smiled at the memory. "My father didn't know where we were, and when we got back, my mother told us that my father had gone looking for us. We shrugged and ate dinner. Two weeks later my father came out, unable to find us. I guess he couldn't find the shower rooms, and I said as much. My mother and godfather laughed, and my father was kinda pissed off. We were two weeks behind schedule, his hair was a mess, and he was tired of canned food."
Harry laughed and pulled back a tapestry of some fairies who were dancing around happily. "Looks like there is a light at the end of this tunnel."
"And it's not a freight train coming our way!" Terry exclaimed happily. Draco scowled, trying to keep up appearances. "Draco, you can stop. Any attempts to appear a cold, heartless Slytherin were kind of ruined by the whining to get us to come with you."
Draco glared at the muggle-born. Harry sighed and stepped through the archway. The room they discovered was very big. Walking though the double doors onto the landing, Harry guessed they were on the fourth or fifth floor. "Hey, Potter!" Draco called. His voice sounded oddly far away as he continued, "This is a really tall room"
Harry walked in the door and looked up. Draco had ditched his school robe and was sitting on a broom in his black slacks, dress shirt and tie. Harry grabbed a broom from the broom closet and flew up to meet him. /He's right,/ Harry thought, /This is really high up./ They started playing tag on they're brooms.
Terry, mean while, had discovered the bookshelf and was sitting on the floor next to it reading. After a little while, Harry came down and joined him. There were a lot of rare books. Draco moaned and groaned about how they were such Ravenclaws, at least until he saw a copy of Lord of the Rings and picked it up.
A/N: Ok, so Terry an Harry kind of obscurely quotes Metallica, I don't remember which song. So that's five points
Ok, so the next chapter includes. Harry's first enemy at school (among the teachers) and a letter from home with some news. good or bad, I can't say. cause I'm not sure.